Tap, tap, tap, tap??¦ I heard the sounds and tip-toed
to the bedroom window. As soon as he saw me he quickly fled
the scene. I was disappointed. I had missed him again. There
just had to be a way to catch him in the act, but thus far
all my efforts had been in vain.
We bought a house and twenty five acres
of land, and moved in three days before the fourth of July.
The house needed some minor improvements, one of which was a
window with a long jagged crack. I wondered if someone had
hit it with a rock while mowing. With lace curtains
partially covering it, I soon forgot about the window.
I noticed that my guest was returning
each morning approximately the same time each day and the
tapping continued. He was a handsome sport, deep rich red,
with a touch of black around his head. Occasionally he would
perch on the window sill and cock his head from side to side
as if admiring himself. Then he??™d fly off for a moment, only
to return hovering and tapping the window.
I grabbed my video camera to catch this
???Peeping Tom??™ in action. I had to partially close the
bedroom door so that I wouldn??™t frighten him away, then I
attached the camera to my tripod.
FINALLY, I was able to nab the little
guy on film!
Excitedly, I took the tape to my video
recorder and played back the evidence to my husband who had
teased me mercilessly about the intruder at my window. We
had a good laugh over the whole event, but I still wondered
why he pecked on the window. We decided that he was the
culprit that broke the window with his persistent tapping.
For two years my cardinal guest
returned during the winter months, often bringing guests
with him. They sat on the sill and watched has he displayed
his funny antics.
He eventually quit coming for visits.
I??™ve missed his comical ways and his regular visits. Why he
continued to peck at the bedroom window, I??™ve never
determined. Perhaps he simply enjoyed the game, or possibly
the owners before us had fed him at the window. I did all my
feeding in feeders outside.
I wonder how often God has gently
tapped on the window of my heart? Perhaps he too has tapped
just a little harder to get my attention. I??™m thankful he is
just as persistent as my feathered friend was. I wouldn??™t
want to miss one precious moment with him.
The window has still not been repaired,
but that??™s ok. Perhaps someday my feathered friend will
return with his offspring for yet, one more visit.
?© 2003 Marie Williams
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Re: The Cry of the Heart
I can really "relate" to this story
as I, too, believe in a Loving God who gives us the desires
of our hearts if we fully trust Him to work things out in
our lives.
Nancee
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Re: Go-Go Boots & Fishnet Stockings
Dear Carol,
How I envied you for your fishnet stockings and your boots.
I remember the time well. Only my problem in 1968 I was 26
and the mother of two sweet little girls so I had no time or
money for those fancy Boots that were made for walkin',
anyhow I was still young enough mind wise to want them and I
really enjoyed your trip down memory lane. Thanks,
Nanci Stroupe
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Blessings to you.
Bob Johnston
Minneapolis
Starfish @ Ripplemaker.com
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